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‘Golda’ review: Helen Mirren acts through a mask in bad Meir biopic

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‘Golda’ review:  Helen Mirren acts through a mask in bad Meir biopic

When the movie “Golda” was first announced, it sounded like surefire Oscar gold. 

An embattled historical figure, Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir, was to be played by Helen Mirren, the celebrated British actress who won an Academy Award for portraying Queen Elizabeth II at one of the monarch’s lowest moments in life. 


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Running time: 100 minutes. Rated PG-13 (thematic material and pervasive smoking). In theaters August 25.

But much as Mirren’s Meir is caught off-guard by Egypt and Syria’s attack on Israel at the start of the movie — the first strike of the 1973 Yom Kippur War — I was unpleasantly surprised by how poorly made “Golda” turned out to be.

Directed by Guy Nattiv, the sluggish film caves to the worst tendencies of forgettable biopics. Mirren is ensconced in prosthetics and a gray wig in hopes that a lookalike transformation can distract from bad writing and a total lack of insight. 

Predictably, the caked-on makeup doesn’t make up for the movie’s many flaws.

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Game though she is, the actress never stops being Helen Mirren in a mask. She’s not a real person, but a dame in disguise. 

Helen Mirren plays Israel Prime Minister Golda Meir during the Yom Kippur War.
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Her so-so performance is weighed down all the more by a disappointing dearth of context about this fascinating woman. “Golda” is set solely during the 19-day Yom Kippur War, a painful and consequential time for Israel, and is mostly depicted through undramatic strategy sessions between Meir, generals and advisors across only a few small rooms. It’s a cheap-looking movie.

Of course, choosing a small-but-mighty moment in a subject’s life isn’t always a rotten choice. 

Mirren’s superb “The Queen” took place during the mournful days after Princess Diana’s death, and the electrifying “Frost/Nixon,” starring Frank Langella, showed Richard Nixon during his bombshell interviews with David Frost post-presidency.

But a lot more movies and TV shows have been made about Elizabeth II and Nixon than there are about Meir. It would be nice to get to know her.

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Helen Mirren plays Golda Meir
Meir secretly battles cancer as she leads Israel through a war.
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The viewer would understand and care more about her actions during the war if we delved deeper into her early life in the Russian Empire and Wisconsin before she came to the Middle East.

Here, she briefly speaks to Henry Kissinger (Liev Schreiber) about her childhood trauma toward the end, but by then the film has already flatlined.

For the most part, the role is written and performed as steely and resolute. Such was Meir’s public reputation. Her only vulnerability we witness is that she is dying from cancer, and therefore makes frequent doctor visits in secret and starts losing her hair in the bathtub. She demolishes packs of cigarettes, and Nattiv’s only directorial flair is filming the billowing smoke.


Camille Cottin and Helen Mirren
Camille Cottin, left, has the second meatiest role as Meir’s secretary Lou Kaddar.
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It’s easy to forget there are any other actors in the film, as they are a lineup of Mr. Cellophanes.

Their roles are criminally underwritten and contribute little to the story but basic exposition. Even Schreiber’s Kissinger is an afterthought.

The closest anybody comes to having an emotional life is French actress Camille Cottin as Meir’s supportive secretary Lou Kaddar. Cottin, brilliant on the TV series “Call My Agent,” has a forceful presence that easily announces itself. Still, there is only so much she can do here. There is a fantastic English-language movie somewhere in this performer’s future. 

Unfortunately, the same is true of a brilliant movie about Golda Meir. 

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Ti West – 'MaXXXine' movie review

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Mia Goth has reprised her widely beloved role of Maxine Minx in MaXXXine, the third instalment of Ti West‘s X film series, previously comprised of 2022’s X and its prequel Pearl. Modern scream queen Goth is joined by an impressive cast, including Elizabeth Debicki, Moses Sumney, Michelle Monaghan, Halsey, Lily Collins, Giancarlo Esposito, and Kevin Bacon.

Such a roster of actors and musicians proves the kind of reputation West has earned in recent years and shows the increasing calibre of entertainment figures wanting to work with him. The real question, though, is whether the films themselves stand up to those performing in them. Three movies into his 2020s era, West has largely been revealed as a director who knows how to make a horror films look fun and flashy even if they lack originality.

MaXXXine takes place six years after the events of X as Goth’s character has left behind the “Texas porn star massacre” of the first movie to find her fame and fortune in Hollywood. Initially making her way as an adult entertainment actor, Maxine eventually finds herself making a ‘proper’ film; well, at least a dodgy horror B-movie by the name of ‘The Puritan II’, directed by Elizabeth Debicki’s domineering filmmaker, Elizabeth Bender.

At the same time, 1985 Los Angeles is suffering the crimes of notorious serial killer Richard Ramirez, dubbed in the media the ‘Night Stalker’, who appears to be targeting Maxine’s stripper and porn star buddies as his victims. MaXXXine’s Hollywood is generously doused in all the nostalgic expectations of the most excessive decade of the 20th century with neon lights on every corner, shitty horror movie rental stores (including one owned by Moses Sumney’s Leon) and a groovy soundtrack comprised of ZZ Top and, of course, Kim Carnes’ ‘Bette Davis Eyes’.

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Narratively and aesthetically somewhat typical, then, but where MaXXXine excels the most is in its many moments of self-aware homage. At one point, our hero Maxine is chased to the Bates Motel (from Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho) on the Universal studio lot by Kevin Bacon’s seedy private eye John Labat, while a later moment sees Lily Collins’ dodgy-accented Molly Bennett have her mouth splattered with blood by Bender in a scene likely paying respect to Andrzej Zulawski’s horror classic Possession and its iconic Isabelle Adjani performance.

In addition, West seems to have fun positing the notion that horror movies in the latter part of the 1980s were deemed B at best, toying with the idea that they could never be taken seriously. Judging from the popularity of his X series, though, such a belief has been proven wrong ten times over. Still, there are a handful of issues with MaXXXine, as well as with the films that preceded it, that prevent admittance to the canon of horror greatness.

One of the film’s most engaging and genuinely exciting moments is when Maxine’s past finally catches up with her, and a motive for the entire series, which had been starkly missing (whether supernatural, religious or just downright maniacal), is finally revealed. However, by the time this antagonism finally arrives, one can’t help but feel that it’s somewhat too late and that West has only managed to deliver a pastiche of the horror world’s past with a 1980s gloss rather than provide an effort of originality or even one that genuinely feels scary.

Sure, there are some brilliantly gory set pieces, including the splattering of a man in a car crusher and the decimation of an even more unfortunate gentleman’s genitals (let’s not forget that the X series is undoubtedly feminist in tone). Still, such standout moments do not guarantee a good horror movie and West’s most recent entry seems to suffer from a lack of an overall haunting spectre or suchlike. MaXXXine is exciting, flashy, funny, sassy, self-aware and incredibly sexy, but it fails to be anything more than the sum of its parts: a neon-lit homage to the horrible history of Hollywood horror rather than a fear-inducing glimpse into the genre’s future.

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‘Tiny Lights’ Review: Empathetic Czech Drama Sees the World Through a Child’s Eyes

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‘Tiny Lights’ Review: Empathetic Czech Drama Sees the World Through a Child’s Eyes

If you’re lucky enough to remember memories from your early childhood, you’ll know they tend to be fragmentary, skewed from an outlook incapable of fully grasping the adult world. Czech filmmaker Beata Parkanova captures that feeling beautifully in her film receiving its world premiere at the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival. Related entirely through the viewpoint of a six-year-old girl, Tiny Lights emerges as a small gem.

It helps that the little girl, Amalka, is played by adorable child actress Mia Banko, possessing wide, saucer eyes that are endlessly expressive and long red hair of which Heidi would be jealous. In the opening scene, Amalka hears voices emanating from a closed-door room and, naturally curious, attempts to listen. She hears her grandmother angrily say to her mother, “Happiness? Save it for the fairy tales,” but she has no idea of what it means.

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Skillfully observed.

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Venue: Karlovy Vary International Film Festival
Cast: Mia Banko, Elizaveta Maximova, Marek Geisberg, Veronika Zilkova, Martin Finger
Director-screenwriter: Beata Barkanova

1 hour 16 minutes

So she goes to play with her very submissive cat, apparently named Mr. Cat. But she tests Mr. Cat’s patience by putting him inside a wooden chest, from which her grandfather (Martin Finger) soon rescues him. She returns to the room, and when she opens the door, the adults grow silent. “I’m bored,” Amalka says petulantly, and her grandmother (Veronika Zilkova) tries to assuage her by promising that she’ll take her to the lake that afternoon.

After naughtily picking flowers that we later learn came from a neighbor’s garden, Amalka has soup for lunch, unaware of the tensions surrounding her. Her grandparents live up to their promise by taking her to the lake, where her grandfather teaches her how to dive. They hike in the woods and pick blueberries, but Amalka throws a tantrum when told they have to leave.

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And so the film goes, with Amalka trying to amuse herself as the adults seem to be engaged in tense confrontations, especially when her mother (Elizaveta Maximova) shows up with a strange French man and announces that she’s going with him to Prague. Amalka, of course, doesn’t comprehend what’s happening except when it relates to her, as when her father (Marek Geisberg) gently upbraids her for picking the flowers and tells her that she’ll have to apologize to the neighbor. As the day ends, she goes to bed, unaware of the fissure in her parents’ relationship, and her father wearily reads her a bedtime story that she’s heard a thousand times before but clearly still finds fascinating.

Even with its brief running time, Tiny Lights demands a certain degree of patience with its intense focus on banal childhood preoccupations. The filmmaker also indulges in stylistic flourishes — principally quick inserted shots that look like they were captured on 8mm and feature a series of close-up views of objects and facial features ­— that are more distracting than illuminating. The strained attempts at artiness just feel self-conscious.

But for most of the film’s running time, Parkanova maintains tight control over her material, making us fully identify with little Amalka and her preoccupations. The film presents things from her viewpoint, even physically; DP Tomas Juricek often places the camera low down, aligning with her diminutive size. The story takes place over the course of a single day, and its poignancy derives from the fact that we, if not Amalka, are fully aware that her life is going to change, possibly forever.

Or maybe she does realize it, as evidenced by the haunting, lingering final shot, in which we see the silhouette of her body as she peers through the large windows of her bedroom, as if trying to see the world beyond her limited perspective.

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Movie review: 'Despicable Me 4' is exactly what you'd expect

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Movie review: 'Despicable Me 4' is exactly what you'd expect

Charm sets the film apart

“Despicable Me 4” isn’t amazing by any means and probably won’t be in conversation for Best Animated Film at the Oscars, but, like “Rise of Gru,” what sets it apart from any other run-of-the-mill animated film is the charm of the franchise. The reason people continue to rush to the theaters to see these films is their consistency. No matter if it’s a spinoff or a direct sequel, you know walking into a “Despicable Me” film what you’re going to get, and that’s perfectly fine because you’ll still have a good time.

The new additions of Maxime Le Mal (Will Ferrell) and Poppie (Joey King) are fine. They don’t get much setup and are just thrown at you as new characters, which is fine but very forgettable. The standouts, of course, are the Minions, as well as the addition of Gru Jr. The combination of the two was probably the best part of the whole film. I could’ve watched a 90-minute film of just that.

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